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oneofgothamsinsane · 1 year
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BMHC members, we meet on Tuesday next week at the BatBurger on Main.
We will be plotting pranks against the Furry, Exp; Stealing loose batarangs, hijacking the batmobile, and and turning Red Robin(YUM) to the dark side.
@super-powerd-gothamight
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enobariasteeth · 6 months
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so many people underestimate the absolute MENACE that is Tim Drake. Hurts my heart.
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begaycommittreason · 2 years
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whenever jason gets mad at bruce he just steals the batmobiles tires
nobody agrees with him when he tries arguing that it’s a valid form of communication
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greenish-onion · 11 months
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the batmobile lost a wheel and it's not even christmas
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dahliakbs · 2 months
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✧⁠*⁠。Bat kids using your house as their getaway.✧⁠*⁠。
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After a long day of work your decide to retire to your small and humble abode, but what's this?
A grown man and two kids sitting on your doorstep, one struggling to pick your lock while both kids sat on look out.
They immediately noticed your figure standing in the hallway.
"Um, what's all this?" You say pointing to the luggage that they've brought along with them.
"Tim drove the batmobile through the house and no one wants to be there when Bruce gets home" Dick explains.
"How'd you-"
"Honestly, I've seen five year olds with better driving skills Drake" Damian comments.
"Shut it hell spawn, not everyone was taught how to drive. Alright?" Tim says bitterly.
"Okay guys! You can not keep crashing at my place whenever something is wrong" you interrupt.
"Suppose someone sees you guys coming here" you push past Dick and push your keys in the door.
Honestly, you didn't mind their presence but sometimes they'd show up at the most random times and cause you all sorts of trouble.
Especially Jason.
Every once in a while he'll force open your side window and come inside your house to read one of the few books on your shelf.
Now that's not the problem, the problem is that half the time he bruised and bloody and your house is always his next destination after a tough fight.
On separate occasions Damian will crash at your house, mostly when he doesn't want to deal with his father's demands or if he did something wrong.
Like that one time he randomly showed up to your house with a pillow and a toothbrush and refused to tell you why he was here.
But then he's dragged back home by his dad the same evening, can't remember why.
Something about Damian blowing a hole in the back of their microwave.
But back to the present.
When you turned the knob of your front door you were immediately met with the sight of Jason Todd lounging on your sofa with a book in hand.
"What is this, a family gathering?" you walk in as the rest shuffle in behind you.
"What next, is Bruce also gonna show up out of thin air-"
Then you notice the large brooding male standing at the entrance of your kitchen silently.
.... sigh
"So you really just watched us struggle to open the door for an hour and refused to help" Tim asked while avoiding Bruce's glare.
"Basically" Jason responds.
"Your all grounded..... Including you" he points to you.
"...But I live here"
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spacedace · 11 months
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dp x dc prompt/mini blurb thing:
Somewhere along the line, stealing the Batmobile had seemed like the best option.
Elle would stand by that - admittedly short-sighted and kind of panic induced - logic. It was a vehicle that no one would try and stop. It was fast. The keys were in the ignition. Easiest car theft of her life. Or, well, unlife. Whatever. Still the easiest.
She may have forgotten that Superman could fly as fast as the stupid tank of a car could go. Or that Gotham had other vigilantes, that had bikes that were way more maneuverable, or that Billy was a big baby about car chases.
“WATCH THE ROAD!”
“YOU WATCH THE ROAD I’M DRIVING HERE!”
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brucewaynehater101 · 30 days
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your posts about Tim being the parent in his time with Bruce+ Richard's parentification + Tim always planning of being a placeholder, got me thinking
What if Tim started off like that, playing parent for Bruce, ensuring he doesn't cross any lines or overworks himself
And just never stop?
His civilian life is starting to crack, and he's doing worse than he could be, but Batman has to be taken care off
In comes Jason who tries to kill him (great another Bruce) so his workload is doubled, and also Damian who has to be untaught murder
Well it's an escalation of what he's used to, but if he can deal with Batman, he can deal with his kids, time to bust out the books on therapy and deprogramming cult teachings
Besides, he's a placeholding for the two of them until they're better like Batman, so who better to teach them the ropes than him?
Let's toss in comments here and there that will clear misunderstandings between the Bats (excluding himself— he's temporary) and what about their interactions keeps the family apart
Like boy is neglecting himself to high hell, only stopping when it's literally impossible, and barely has a civilian life, but it's worth it for Gotham's betterment and the Batfamily's stabilization
Timestream? Well shit, he has to get Bruce back as per his job of keeping the family in order but the family is either not getting better or worse,
Let him just leave a bunch of personalized self-help guides and programmed schedules that'll ensure the bats are getting better while he's away
Oh hey Ra's, midn if I secretly learn everything about how Damian grew up in this fine League of yours so I can teach Damian what is so wrong about his childhood once I'm home?
So everything is getting better post BruceQuest, Richard can be a brother more (because Tim took on his job as parent-brother), Damian and his family are able to bond and understand each other (because Tim untaught an awful upbringing) and Jason feels like a member of the family (because Tim got Jason up to speed with how much he has always been loved) plus Bruce gets to be a father with his kids (because Tim kept the man out of his otherside inevitable self-made grave)
And say Batfamily, in a miracle of communication, realize that Tim has subsumed Bruce's role as caretaker and father
Not to the entire family of course, but even parenting for one sibling or parent as a kid yourself is one too many
And they remember all the comments Tim said to help the family get better subtly suggesting everybody but Tim is family
Like he's said "Your family," never "Our"
He says "You're a Wayne, a member of their family,"
He has to be referred to as Tim and Drake, never Wayne to catch his attention
And also imagine Richard saying "You can't keep being a parent to your brothers and father" and Tim going "glass houses, *tires to parent Rich*"
"NO—"
The shit storm that would happen if the batfamily realized that Tim donned Robin with the intention of always playing parent for Bruce, and then leaving once his intervention isn't need anymore
Yes! I absolutely love the ideas you incorporated with this. I didn't manage to hit all of them in my post, but I tried to expand upon them a bit:
At first, Tim wouldn't realize that's what he's doing. He just wants to help Bruce (even if that includes taking away the Batmobile keys, locking him out of the batcomputer, and using a rewards system when the man successfully takes care of his wounds).
Tim only comes to the realization that he's Bruce's parent when the YJ are being lectured by their mentors. At this point, the team has done far more dangerous stunts and missions than whatever the JL was lecturing them about. When the mentors come, Robin allows Batman to lecture him in front of the others. Tim knows they have to keep up appearances and can listen to a hypocritical discussion from Bruce to maintain the image of Batman Tim has spent so much time propping up.
After the other mentors leave, Tim pulls Batman into a private room for a chat. Bart, fearing that Robin is getting a second lecture, almost bursts in to save Tim. He's slowed down by the glare Tim sends his way. He's stopped by the conversation he overhears.
Tim, with his hands on his hips as he glares up into the cowl, lectures Bruce on all the behavior issues the man displayed the month that the YJ were away.
Bruce is just standing there, head slightly hung, as Tim goes on.
"This is why I feel I can never get away, B. I can't even leave you for a month before your excessive force statistics skyrocket! What am I supposed to do with you?"
Bart quickly leaves as he has a mental breakdown at this discovery. Two hours later, when Batman leaves, Bart asks Robin if he's Batman's father. Tim laughs it off at first, but after Bart lays out the evidence, Tim spirals for a few days at this discovery.
Once Tim accepts that he *is* like Bruce's dad, he decides to just embrace it. He and Alfred can share custody of the man-child (and this is also why Tim has the view of family that he does. His three examples of being a father are his own dad who constantly leaves, Alfred who maintains a professional distance, and Bruce who's his grieving son). Tim sees Dick as his brother, but he sees Bruce as his kid. It's confusing as hell, complicated, and Tim also doesn't see himself as part of the family at the same time.
While the teen is finally settling into his role as Bruce's parent, Jason comes back and tries to kill him. He doesn't know whether or not to laugh that Jason becomes his new responsibility at the same place Bruce officially (in Tim's mind) became Tim's.
The teen treats Jason similar to a grandson and son. He parents Bruce on how to interact with Jason, takes a few college classes and reads a few textbooks on PTSD, and interrogates LoA agents on the Pit. He slowly starts to feed them both phrases and perspectives so that they understand and interact with each other better. He almost wants to hit them both upside the head for their miscommunication.
It's not great, and Tim is so fucking tired, but they are getting closer to being a family. Tim can almost taste his retirement.
Then Damian comes into the family and tries to kill him. Tim wants to scream.
Damian isn't exactly friendly to Tim, but the teen spots a breakthrough when he catches how Dick and Damian interact. He, in what he later calls foolishly, drops some of the weight onto Dick's shoulders. Tim's tired trying to wrangle both Jason and Bruce into somewhat, even unhealthily, communicating with each other.
Then Bruce dies. It's unfair because Tim has lost someone who's both his son and his father to him. No one except Cassie could know about the amount of grief Tim is under because of that. Cassie, who Tim isn't talking to after the whole basement scientist cloning thing.
So, Tim finds evidence that Bruce is alive. He watches as Dick cracks under the weight of Batman and being a father to Damian. He's hurt (oh gods does it burn to lose his self-made but suffocating role that ties him to Bruce), but he understands why Dick gives Damian Robin.
Tim leaves, and he starts to discover himself. He became an adoptive father at thirteen. For once, even though he's heavily lost in the thralls of grief, he's free of that responsibility. He only has to take care of himself (an exhausting task he's never quite accomplished before) and he doesn't rely on anyone.
Still, despite his freedom, he sees Ra's offer for what it is. It's an opportunity to learn more about Damian. Bruce will need Tim's support when he returns, after all. If he takes down Ra's both for himself and Damian, that's neither here nor there.
When Bruce finally returns home, Tim starts to see his retirement again. He sees the progress he's enacting out of the family in all of their relationships. Like Tim's messy relationship with Bruce, Dick is both a father and brother to Damian. Jason and Bruce will occasionally meet at a diner. Damian and Bruce will have father-child outings outside of Batman and Robin. Cass returns home more often. Steph barges into the Manor for food or bugs different Bats on patrol. Babs is able to take time for herself outside of wrangling the Bats together. Duke is starting to join the family, but Tim doesn't imagine too much tension or difficulty with that transition. They'll be fine without him.
It's looking up. Tim can leave behind his the Wayne family.
Then Damian points out how Tim often uses "your" or "their" instead of "our" family.
Godsdamnit.
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p1nkshield · 8 months
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More of what happened to one Richard Grayson after teaching his siblings the art of weaponized cuteness.
Tim: Hey Dick? Bruce locked me out of the computer again what’s the password?
Dick: I’m sorry Timbers I can’t tell you.
Tim: *inexplicably resembles a sad sickly victorian boy despite being able to take down multiple criminals at once* okay…
Dick: -_-… the password is souperMaN123
Tim: Thank you!
Damian: Grayson! I am in need of the Batmobile.
Dick: No driving! You are a baby.
Damian: Richard.. may I please drive the Batmobile?
Dick: *handing over keys* what have I done?
Jason: Hey, can I-
Dick: No! You cannot make a flamethrower machine gun!
Jason: Spoil sport! What kind of big brother are you?
Dick:
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Dick sits despondent as Damian drives a lap around the bat cave, Tim hacks into lex’s database and Jason’s sixth prototype explodes.
Dick: this may have been a mistake.
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Mission: Steal the Batmobile keys from Bruce's office Status: Fail due to irreversible emotional scarring
This lineart already took WAY too long to sketch & draw so my pitiful attempt at full color quickly pivoted to this. Inspired by a comic from Nan Hao & Shang Feng. Really recommend this silly manhua if you want an easy afternoon read.
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incorrectbatfam · 11 months
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What has the batfam stolen from another member of the batfam?
Dick: the Batmobile mirrors
Jason: the Batmobile tires
Tim: the Batmobile gear shift
Damian: the Batmobile steering wheel
Duke: the Batmobile headlights
Cullen: the Batmobile radio
Stephanie: the Batmobile cupholders
Cassandra: the Batmobile brakes
Barbara: the Batmobile control panel
Harper: the Batmobile engine
Carrie: the Batmobile seat cushions
Kate: the Batmobile windshield wipers
Alfred: the Batmobile license plate
Selina: the Batmobile doors
Bruce: everyone's keys until they put the car back together
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martiniluvr · 3 months
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★ masterlist
key: smut 🍒 | spicy 🌶️ | fluff ❣️
★・・・★・・・★・・・★
DICK GRAYSON
★ inside out | 🍒
★ jealous | 🍒
★ work out for me | 🌶️
★ suit up | 🍒
★ baby fever | 🍒
★ best seat in the house | 🍒
★ pretty girl | 🍒
★ bartender!dick | 🍒
★ sex pollen pt. 1 | 🍒
★ sex pollen pt. 2 | 🍒
★ uni student!dick | 🍒
JASON TODD
★ dinner & diatribes | 🍒
★ stress relief | 🍒
★ dad!jason headcanons | ❣️
★ self-care | 🍒
★ too much | 🍒
★ you can take it | 🍒
★ feel that | 🍒
★ positions | 🍒
★ mornin’ ma | 🍒
★ batmobile | 🍒
★ pussydrunk | 🍒
★ summerboy | 🍒
BRUCE WAYNE
★ shower sex | 🍒
MISC
★ my husband (d.g. vs j.t.) |❣️
★ orders (d.g. vs j.t.) | 🍒
★ nsfw alphabet (d.g. vs j.t.) | 🍒
★ catchphrase (d.g. vs j.t. vs b.w.) | 🍒
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littleinkling64 · 6 months
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is Duke the youngest child chronologically? no. is he the youngest spiritually? yes.
Every single one of the other batkids: dad can I-- Bruce: no.
Duke: hey can I-- Bruce: absolutely. in fact, you can patrol unsupervised during the day also here are the keys to batmobile. have fun.
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kimberly-spirits13 · 1 year
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Jason Todd with a Race-Car Driver S/O HC
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You’re the only partner that he lets drive
The first time Dick saw this he teased you two relentlessly
You had one hand on the wheel and was holding his hand with the other
“Not my fault I’m the only racer he’s dated”
It’s basically cannon that Jason is into mechanics and all that jazz
If you have to do upgrades or maintenance to any vehicle, you two make it a date
You’re working on the cars, he’s working on the bike
He thinks you’re really, really hot in a uniform
Helmet hair is his favorite
he’s such a flirt about it too, it’s ridiculous
Please wear a red uniform for the boy
He’ll swoon
You’re the only partner of the Batboys that is allowed to drive the Batmobile
When the Batmobile needs work you’re the first person that’s called in
Jason likes to drive you of course but he just thinks it’s fun to ride around with you driving
Alfred never has to chauffeur you two because you’re driving your own swanky ride
Jason will come to all your races
He wants to make sure that you know he supports you
That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t worry about you wreaking during a race
If it ever does happen, he’s jumping the bleachers and fence to get to the tarmac
The first time you took him to the tarmac you neglected to tell him that it was really sticky since you thought it would be funny
It was
He likes to pretend that he never fell face first into the tarmac trying to walk
Jason likes to braid your hair or put it up for your races if you have long hair
You also would probably have matching key chains and no one can argue otherwise with me 🤚
Please take that man for a ride around the track
oh my gosh he’ll cry tears of joy
He just thinks you’re super cool
If you get to test cars he’ll ride with you and give opinions
“Well my boyfriend says your car sucks sooooo”
Sorry Porsche
Your kids are your cars and I’m pretty sure that Jason has named all of them
He’s the type to give a name to everything that he owns
OH MY GOSH IF YOU ADDED A SIDECAR FOR ON A MOTORCYCLE FOR ACE
It would be beautiful
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maxwell-grant · 1 year
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I’ve been diving a bit back into Batman 66 for research, and this is the cliffhanger from the very first episode. As such:
Jesus Christ
For context: Batman had his drink spiked by one of Riddler's goons at a bar he was investigating in, and he realized this just in time to call Robin to his aid, but Robin was tranquilized and kidnapped by the Riddler's gang just as he left the car. The scene above is what happens almost directly after Batman does the Batusi, and together they kinda form a microcosm for the whole show: That it is super silly and played for laughs and done with tongue-in-cheek irony, but when you’re a kid or just suspend your disbelief more easily, this is all extremely real and serious, there’s hardly much that funny or campy about the plot here
Adam West is so good here, drugged and despairing and worried bad enough that his composure is gone. The scene is funny in one way, because it’s drunk Batman handing the keys to the Batmobile to the police because he’s too sloshed to drive, but it’s also fucking horrible, because he’s just been roofied and has to stand by as his partner / son is taken by very, very bad people who want to do very bad things to him and he’s completely helpless to do anything about it. I don’t think even the movies (outside of maybe The Batman’s scenes with Falcone) ever got this dark
Frank Gorshin is so fucking good here, so goddamn creepy. The episode itself pivots hard tone-wise to get to this cliffhanger and most of Riddler’s scenes beforehand were all fairly comedic, with him trying to destroy the Batmobile or handing Batman the lawsuit, but he ping-pongs masterfully between affable conversational charm laced with uncurable arrogance, smug satisfaction and high-pitched manic giggling that causes his whole body to spasm and bend and curdle like the laugh is going to leave his body, and then he just as frequently punctuates those with ice-cold homicidal whispering with not one bit of humor in it whatsoever, and he shuffles these three multiple times per scene or even dialogue
I wanted to more personally confirm the stuff people have said about his performance, that he was the only villain in the show who conveyed genuine, chilling menace (not sure if he’s the only one as of yet), that he was the blueprint that 70s-onwards Joker ripped everything from, and yeah, forget just the Joker, he feels like a baseline for so much of modern film supervillains on a scale maybe only matched by Heath Ledger’s Joker (that I can think of right now)
Batman really doesn’t break composure in this show that much and that’s part of the charm, which helps make these two first episodes and his desperation with Robin more notable. I know there’s one major scene in the movie where he goes berserk around the villains to protect his date, but I’m liking how this matches something that's a fairly consistent pattern with Batman media, from the early comics to this show to the cartoons even all the way to The Batman, which is The Riddler’s ability to fucking piss off Batman to the point his composure evaporates and he goes berserk with violence.
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butwhyduh · 3 months
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Dick dressed as Batman walking towards an emergency scene: Robin give me the keys. (Gets keys from Damian) You can’t drive the batmobile 80 miles an hour through an intersection even if you’re slamming on the horn. I’m driving from now on unless it’s an emergency. I’m not mad, I just don’t want to die.
Dick takes exactly one look at the scene: (looks at Robin in fear and then regret and tosses keys) get it started. We’re coming in hot
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Playing Nurse for the Batfam
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Artist: Donna Floyd
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Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are now a nurse for the entire Batfamily. There has been an emergency and you have been called into the line of fire. How will the Fam react?
Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x Female!reader
Warning: Adult language, creepy perv man, gunshots, violence, killing
Word Count: 1.4k
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Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it
Part 8: Pizza Joe's
Once again, days passed without seeing Jason. Embarrassment flared inside me at the thought of our last interaction. I wasn’t one that enjoyed crying in front of people. And I hadn’t just cried, I had wailed, and choked, with spit and most likely snot leaking from my face. It wasn’t a cute poetic actress single tear sniffle. It was ugly and loud. Whatever. It’s not like I want a relationship. I’ve worked hard to obtain my peace. I don’t want a man to come in and disrupt the life I’ve worked hard to build. 
I grabbed gauze packets and shoved them into my chart, trying to distract my thoughts. I had completely run through them when Duke came in with several lacerations and broken ribs from the Black Mask. I shivered when Duke told me the details. The mob boss was sadistic and cruel, Duke had barely gotten away. I couldn’t meet Duke’s eyes after that. I’ve healed the Black Mask countless times. Guilt gnawed at my bones. Duke was injured because I kept that monster alive. And how many others? That line of delightful thinking always leads me straight into a downward spiral. Quickly, I grabbed more 16 gages and refilled those as well. 
This past week has been relentlessly busy. It felt like it was a full moon every night with the amount of insanity that happened. Even for Gotham. It felt like every one of Gotham’s plentiful villains had some sort of scheme, disastrous plan, or some way to ‘conquer the world.’ It made both my jobs a living hell. 
I was a walking zombie. I would sleep at my workstation and be woken up by the Batmobile screeching in with more injuries that needed to be healed. Bruce was almost always back and forth anywhere from 4-10 times a night. It sometimes felt like he was more reckless with me around. Throwing himself into danger more than he did in the beginning. Or maybe I was just overthinking it. 
A chime on my phone interrupted my thoughts. 
[Bruce has seven gunshot wounds. He isn’t stable enough to travel. We are on 717 Street behind Pizza Joe's. Be careful the shoot-out is still happening.]
The bright screen burned my tired eyes. The second the words sank in I grabbed the emergency kit and my keys and ran. I never treated them outside of the Batcave. They had always come to me. It must be bad. 
I drove like a maniac and got there in record time. 8 minutes. 8 minutes of Bruce bleeding out. 8 minutes of more shooting and how many more injuries. A fucking lot can happen in just 8 minutes. Panic rose in my chest, but I swallowed it down. Countless gunshots popped around me, lucky enough for me, none were aiming for my car. 
I got out quickly, grabbed my gear, and ran toward the back of the shittiest pizza in Gotham. The blue on Dick’s suit stood out like a beacon as he motioned me over. My black scrubs and dark zip-up hoody instantly got soaked through with rain. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the rain or gunshots that rang out around me like popcorn kernels on the stove. I cared about the physical state of Bruce Wayne. 
It was bad. With the rain puddle around him, it was hard to determine the amount of blood loss. I got to work instantly. I threw my bag to Dick and put my hands on Bruce. 
“I need you to stuff his wounds with gauze. I’m going to replenish his blood and then I need you to take the gauze out one by one, so when I heal him they aren’t inside him. Understand?” I asked as I let my powers take over. 
“I understand,” Dick said and got to work just as quickly as I did. That was before more shots rang out. Hitting the brick wall just above my head. 
“Fuck!” Dick yelled, grabbing his batoons. “They are closer now!”
I felt my body start to shake as I forced it to heal Bruce faster, “Who the fuck is ‘they?’’
“Black Mask’s men. They are shooting to kill,” Dick said, standing up and blocking me and Bruce from the new onset of bullets.
“Get down or I’ll have to heal you both!” I hissed at him. 
“I need to get them away from you guys,” and without a second word, Dick ran toward the bullets. 
“Dick! Don’t–” I knew he couldn’t hear my begging screams. My best bet was to heal Bruce as fast as possible, we both help Dick, and escape via my shitty car. 
I was close too. Bruce’s blood was replenished, and five out of his seven gunshot wounds were closed Albiet the work was sloppy, but he would live. 
That was before I felt the unmistakable coolness against the back of my head. My blood ran cold, and I pushed harder to heal Bruce faster. 
“Stop whatever it is you’re doing or I’m going to blow your brains out,” a man said. His voice was oddly distorted. 
I didn’t listen. I kept healing Bruce. Any minute now. Please. Please. He pressed the gun parallel to my cheek and fired. It burned hot against my face. I tasted metal and gunpowder. My ear was ringing louder than church bells. Hesitantly, I raised my hands. 
“That’s it. Be a good bitch and stand up,” He said, digging the barrel harder into the back of my skull. Fear spiked inside me. I knew he would recognize me, but what choice did I have? 
Slowly, I stood. 
“Turn around,” the brute ordered. 
Slowly, I turned. 
A low, mocking laugh escaped from his skull mask. “My, my. Little Miss Y/f/n? Everyone was wondering where you had run off to! Turns out your the Bats personal whore!” I saw his eyes trail me up and down. Disgusting oily unease filled inside me. “You have a woman’s body now.”
Anger surged, making my blood feel like it was boiling. I slowly unzipped my hoody. The fool's eyes were transfixed on the sight. So much so that he didn’t realize that I was grabbing my medical scissors from my back pocket. 
In one fluid motion, I grabbed the scissors, and the next I had them stabbed into Black Mask’s throat. Before he could react I withdrew the scissors, resulting in blood being sprayed across my body and face. 
The Black Mask didn’t seem to care about his spurting neck. He reached out and gripped my throat, hard. He ruthlessly squeezed until it felt like my lungs would pop and my eyes would pop out of their sockets. Weakly, I tried to kick and scratch him. He merely laughed in my face, spraying more blood all over me. 
From his pocket, he grabbed a knife. “You know how long I’ve wanted to play with you? Your father would never let me. But Daddy isn’t here, is he?” With a practiced grace, he sliced my forearm open. Earning a weak hissing breath of pain. 
He trailed the knife over my chest, slowly adding more and more pressure. 
I tried screaming for Dick, but he was too far away fighting with everything he had. Bruce was still unconscious. 
I reached for this throat, trying to scratch him. I dug my index finger into his stab wound making him cry out in pain and anger and release the pressure he held against my neck. Air was a sweet joy in my lungs. 
Pain flashed across my head as the Black Mask whipped me with the back of his gun. He pushed the gun into my mouth, and for the second time that night, I tasted gunpowder. 
A loud shot rang out. Two shots. Three. Four. Five. 
And the pressure was off me. The Black Mask fell backward. Taking his gun with him. Panicked I looked around for the source. 
There, standing above Bruce, was the Red Hood. The rain was tinking against the metal. His chest heaved harshly up and down. And in his hands, he held two smoking guns. His expression was carved in a permanent scowl, but everything about him radiated vengeance. 
The Black Mask groaned in pain. Without taking his eyes off me Jason shot until both magazines ran out. 
I was frozen in place. Jason walked over Bruce’s unconscious body toward me. 
“Why the fuck are you here?” He growled, taking me into his arms.
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